During the birth of my older brother, my mother was given some painkillers. My dad, the dairy farmer, upon hearing the name of the drug decided to say the undying words "I know that, we use it on the cows". If my mom wasn't labour at the time, I think my dads life would have been in danger. They are still together 21 years later.

Our first go-round was actually pretty good. The only thing Mrs. C insisted upon was that I not eat, because the smell of food was making her nauseous. Once we were in the hospital for about 15 hours, I was pretty hungry.

My parents have the better story, though - my Mom ripped my Dad's shirt right off of him.

I heard a stork.
Flamingos are too colourful.
They will get shot down before being able to deliver a baby, especially with the amount of people not being able to have children these days.

Plus, with a stork, if it gets too rainy, it can always put the baby in the mouth to protect it.
Flamingo cannot do that.

Don't use a stork. Contrary to popular belief, storks are most erratic and dangerous than flamingos. If you are pro-stork, you might as well just come right out and say you hate all life and that you hate Jesus and deserve to burn in hell.

At work, we were having a vote to re-name our conference room. Our head office comes up with funky names like the Whistler room, or the Rendesvouz room. So one of my co-workers suggested we do something with local roots.